Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

Deuce, revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl, didn't wanna involve her
In the life of a gangster, use to rob
But now I'm locked up, I'm a punk low rankster

Jail cells know me too well
Seems like I've built on my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed, somehow I fell
I guess a lot of players got story to tell
No how cold you roll, you simply cannot win
always fun in the beginning but pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

Organized crimer, big trouble
In and out of institutions, ever I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks, in the mix
Crime smarts hard for some new street tricks

I think I'll join a gang, sling a cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get a name
sneakers, silk shirts, 24-7 work
Nine to five to survive, you be a jerki

I two grand a day, yet I was born to play
Who me at Micky Dee's? It work, no way
I'm a big haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy me no autographer

Custody my dreams, nightmares of capture
Paranoid of surveillance, phobia of
My banks bigger but so are my
Past proved players live limited years

But I'm unlike the rest, known to be the
Fast money, true wealth my quest
I hustle all night long, ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range, bloods on my

I looked his face, I thought he was my friend
My boy had me set up, wound would never mend
No matter who you trust, you simply win
always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

Pain, pain, pain,

rope wearer, neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool side
phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin'

Mind's in a money mode, like it should explode
on my jammie, got a female overload
Young street messiah, professional
19 Benz, 21 I'll retire

money, it ain't funny, suckers lovin' my jock
But there's some people at my door didn't even knock
Task force boomin', doggin' my crib out, shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my

Threw me on the floor, called my girl a
ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe with an axe, illed out to the max
When seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks

Booked me on ten counts, with bails of different
The charges stuck like glue, some I couldn't pronounce
They threw my ass the book, my life wa surely
And then they gave my girl, ten years for hangin' out a crook

She played the game herself, fast lane wealth
No respect for the law or the health
The sweat of hustlers is not reserved for men
It's always fun in the beginning but it's in the end

Pain, pain, pain, pain,